Gripping Mot and Spark's hands, I jumped into the void. For a minute or two, everything was pitch black. I could feel my armor dissolving around me. Everything in my inventory either dissolved with the armor or vanished into the depths of the black hole. I was left with nothing but fear. I could feel Mot's hand slipping away. I tried to hold on, but it was too late. With my free hand, I pulled Spark closer to me. Not in a romantic way or anything, but it was comforting to feel the warmth of another human being in this pit of fear.

Suddenly, a small light could be seen far below it. We plummeted towards it. I was overwhelmed by the sudden bright light, so I squeezed my eyes shut and held my breath. The four of us fell to the ground below us, head-first, and everything went black.

"WAKE UP, YOU MELONS!" When I finally opened my eyes, I was staring at a white wall. My legs were being crushed by someone else. As I swiveled my head around, I saw iron bars in front of me. Was I in some sort of jail cell? I sat up and blinked. I was in what appeared to be a courtroom made out of quartz. The four of us had been stuffed into the cell, and a red-haired man was standing next to a row of levers. He was glaring at me.

"Ah... hello?" I said weakly. Mot and spark sat next to me, staring out at the man. Alyssa was hiding behind us in fear.

"Hey... I know you!" Spark said suddenly. "Priest of the gods, isn't it?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Priest of Mianite, actually. And sometimes Ianite. I'm not entirely sure if I know you." He took a long glance at each of us. "You appear to be impersonating the heroes of Mianite. That's why your here. Reveal your plans to me, and I won't kill you. Otherwise..." He put his hand on the last lever. I realized that we would fall to our deaths if the lever was pulled.

"Please, sir," Mot pleaded. "We aren't impersonating anyone. And I don't know what you mean by the heroes of Mianite. I thought a god could only have one champion? How can we all be the champions of Mianite?"

It was a legitimate question, but the priest seemed to take great offense to it. "NOT IMPERSONATING ANYONE? Is this a joke? You look exactly like three heroes that disappeared a few hours ago. What kind of trickery is this? And Mianite is the name of the realm. He isn't just a god here."

"Mr. Priest of Mianite," Spark said, his voice shaking. "We know of no such heroes. My name is Spark. This is Mot, that is Sir Jeriah, and..."

The priest burst into humorless laughter. "Even your names are similar. Fools. How dare you continue this joke with me? I'll have to kill you three." He reached for the lever when Alyssa let out a loud wail.

"Priest!" she scrambled forward, tears streaming down my face. "My name is Alyssa. I come from the land of Ruxomar, have you heard of it?" Before he could reply, she gave Mot a hug and spoke again. "This is Daddy Mot. My real mommy and daddy died a few years ago. He adopted me. We lived in Ruxomar for a few years, but we just fell through a black hole and ended up here. Please, please, please, don't let my only family... die... again!" She curled up into a ball and started sobbing uncontrollably. Mot held her close to him, tears sliding down his face as well.

The priest was speechless. He stared at the crying girl for a moment, then cleared his throat. "Well... umm... if you aren't making it up, then we need to have a long talk. Very well, I shall let you out." He had a very guilty look on his face as she continued to sob into Mot's shoulder. He opened up the iron doors, and we exited the cell. I took a moment to take in my surroundings. I could see boats in an ocean, a giant tree, a teapot in the middle of a grassy field, and a large brown wall surrounding a mountain. It was beautiful.

Alyssa stopped crying quickly. "Could you show us around, Mr. Priest? Also what do you mean we were like heroes that you knew? Who left this place? And..."

"Alyssa, hush," Mot said quickly. "There will be plenty of time to ask questions."

The priest shifted uncomfortably. "There are heroes that live here named Tom, Sparklez, Jericho, and Firefoxx. They... umm... jumped into a void a few hours ago. They were supposed to land back here, but they didn't. I'm not sure why you ended up falling from the sky instead."

Alyssa ignored her father. "So do you think that they ended up near my home? And who would switch us around like this?"

He shook his head. "I have absolutely no idea, er... Alyssa. It wasn't the gods' doing. They're just as confused as I am."

Alyssa fell silent. After a moment, I asked, "So who else lives here? It seems kind of... deserted." The area was gorgeous, but dead quiet. The only noises were from some cows grazing in a field.

He shrugged. "It's not a hugely populated area, but there are people. I have my bit... er... helper, Champwan, around here somewhere. There are the gods, of course, and some people scattered around. It used to be more busy around here, but it seems like our wizards and heroes have vanished."

"Oh." I couldn't think of anything else to say. There was a long, awkward pause.

"So... umm... want a tour?" the priest asked. "I could show you the homes of your alternate selves, I guess. And where to go for food and... stuff."

Alyssa let out a small sniffle. "You won't try to kill Daddy anymore, will you?" She clung onto Mot's leg in fear.

Regret filled his eyes. "No, child. As long as your father is friendly, I will be friendly too."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

And with that, he turned around and started showing us around.